Gloomy weather

"Dear the girl called names. The one who was bullied since first grade. The one who always grinds her teeth when threats come near. To the girl called beautiful, gorgeous, pretty, etc., but never saw it. To the girl that was always comparing herself to a broken mirror, thinking, she couldn't be fixed. I could tell you that you are unique, but you're not. You are different. Different from the rest of the stars in the sky. For as long as you could remember you had pain. Lucky for you and your obsession of searching things up, you found a way to stop the hurt you get in your chest, a substitution you could say. Don't cry, it will make you weaker. Keep your head down and your soft peach skin covered. You're strong, so try acting like it."

I sighed and put my pen down, "What a great start to a new life" I mumbled to myself.